The thing that caught my attention right from the start about this book is how the writing caught my attention. And the descriptions were really well done. They got the point across without driving it into your head and annoying you.

Royal Blood is certainly much darker than I usually read. It was very different from any romance books I’ve read before and it certainly stands out to me because of that.

I did know a bit of the surprise that was in store because honestly it’s not that hard to get from that point but what was surprising was the reactions to that surprise. And I did enjoy learning about that. It was certainly different from what I expected.

I’m not going to say much more for fear of spoilers but Royal Blood is a dark, different romance but it was a good read.

Excerpt

X

Sliding out of the booth, I sauntered across
the pub and ducked behind the counter. Nobody gave me a second glance. They
didn’t know who I was, nobody did, but they knew I wasn’t anybody good. Peering
through the window on the door, Mercy had her back turned, wiping at her damp
T-shirt. I could step into her from behind and show her how hard I was…but that
wasn’t the way this game was going to be played.

Pressing the door open with the flat of
my palm, she looked up at me with blue eyes that gave away two things. Her hair
wasn’t naturally black and by the way her pupils dilated, she was amped up. I
was interested in only one of these observations and by the way my cock began
to stir, there was no guessing which one was the money shot.

Mercy glared up at me, trying to cover
her surprise at my appearance.

“What the fuck do you want?” she spat,
dabbing at her tiny T-shirt with a rag. “You’re not allowed back here.
Employees only."

I stepped closer, not put off by her
tone at all. I’d had worse.

“I don’t give a shit,” I said.

She eyed me, her gaze raking from head
to cock and back up again.

I quirked an eyebrow, my lip curling in
amusement.

“If you want something, just fucking say
it,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “I don’t even know who the fuck you
are."

“X.”

“X, what?” she said, putting her hands
on her hips. Bitch didn’t miss a trick.

“It’s my name."

"X as in the letter x?" She
rolled her eyes.

"Got a problem?" I asked,
inching closer.

“Yeah.” She nodded at me. “You’re in a
staff only area. You might be all buddy buddy with Weiss, but I don’t know you
from shit."

“The mouth on you,” I breathed, totally
turned on. I knew she had bite in her, but fucking Jesus H Christ. The more she
bit, the harder I got. My gaze rested on her tits. Yeah, I was a tits man
through and through and hers...

“You think I’m going to let you fuck
me?” she scoffed, her bluntness doing nothing but turning me on even more.

My gaze snapped back to hers. “Who said
I was going to fuck you?"

She pressed her hips forward, her groin
rubbing into mine. “Your cock."

My hand shot up and grasped the hair at
the nape of her neck. With a sharp tug, her head fell to the side, leaving her
neck exposed. If I was an asshole, I’d just take her now, but I wasn’t…fuck
that. I was an asshole. Asshole was too safe a word to describe the kind
of man I was.

“No,” I said, running my gaze down her
pale neck and over her tits. “No, I’m not going to fuck you, Mercy.” She gave
me a look that screamed ‘offended' and it only made me grin wider. “Not here.
When I fuck you, I’m not going to share your screams with anyone."

Her entire body shivered and I knew I
had her. Next time, she would come to me.

Letting her go, I let her hair run
between my fingers and it took her a beat too long to step back and separate
our bodies.

Giving her one last appreciative look, I
turned on my heel and exited the ‘employee only’ room. I could wait. My cock
strained against my jeans in protest, but this was one desire I was playing out
and savoring.

I strode across the bar and pushed out
the door, rearranging myself.

I could wait.

Author Bio

Amity Cross isn’t my real name. That’s no secret.

I didn’t want my Mum and my workplace to find out I wrote about doodles and tongue-in-cheek sexual innuendo.

I
live in a leafy suburb of Melbourne writing about screwed up
relationships and kick ass female leads that don’t take s**t lying down.